Slam. Thunk. “Ow!”

I sat bolt upright in bed, thunking my head on the headboard and dislodging a yowling tabby who had, in all fairness been promised a better life and not too long ago. I rubbed the top of my head and searched the still night dark room as quietly as possible, still listening with one ear for the mysterious thunk downstairs.

“Sam?” I called- knowing my erstwhile roommate had to b...